Fingertip Ghosts

Fingertip Ghosts …. by Kat

I have this letter

Deep in my drawer

A message that hasn’t seen

The light of day.

The sender’s address

Says my favourite name

The one I loved from far away.

Her eyes are a memory now

The blue in them; a stubborn ache

But before she passed,

I bared my heart,

In a wondrous sombre willow haze.

Same yellow paper

Rough under the palm

Same names curled under the stamp

Same sentiments inside?

Perhaps.

I’ve never been famous

For my courage

And I lack it greatly in this case

It’s futile now

To break this seal

And tear at beginnings beyond repair.

Perhaps, one day

When I’m yellowing

I’ll take my chance

With this wax

And kiss the ghosts of her fingertips

A proper and final goodbye.